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They had been out at his work function, she in her normal jeans and long sleeved t-shirt, some little make up for the occasion and a glossy-lipped mouth. Killer heels her indulgence, making her the 6’3 blonde. She had watched him with his colleagues, nodding pleasant hellos, exchanging glances with him, keeping track of his whereabouts when she left his side, chatting absently with strangers. Afterwards, they held hands, ran through the rain (like every clichéd romantic story!), had drinks, laughed at the ‘he said-she said’ autopsy of the evening.
Now though, he is blindfolded and his mouth is on … Continue Reading
He was endorphined, wrists cuffed and tied to the bed, his eyes open, but not focussed, though they were directed at her. She touched the places that she had hurt, played with them gently, they were hugely tender and each touch brought forth a moan, his body jerking away from her even though she knew he wanted more.
She looked into his unseeing eyes and delivered a slap to his cheek. His face flew to the side and his eyes returned to hers, focussed, strong, locked, his mouth open. She stared into his eyes, connecting him to her, wanting his … Continue Reading
He is still tied down, glazed, high and head-spun… I bring the glass to his lips and tip the water into his mouth, his throat undulating as he swallows.
“Do you want some more?” I whisper.
He looks up at me, all trust and soul and broken beauty.
He nods. “Yes Ma’am.”
I take a sip and lean down to him, touch my lips to his. He reaches up to kiss me, I open my mouth and let the cool water flow into him.
He utters a little cry. “Oh,” that turns into a moan of pleasure when he realises … Continue Reading
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Blame it on the al-al al-al al-al-co-hol
“My legs were now spread and he was in between them.”
Dinner and a Show
“Before it disappeared completely, I gave it a twist at the base, causing it to vibrate.”
I want to just blather on to you (manic, am I manic, am I am I? you talking to me?* did you fuck my wife?!*) about last night and how amazing you were, and brave (which you always are) and baby, I am so proud of you and you are so beautiful, always, but especially when you do the difficult things, when you struggle, when you are my little bitch, when you are this slutty thing and you are somehow small and open and ready and compliant and helpless and I adore you like that and love … Continue Reading
I want to keep you there forever, there on the floor like a piece of art… face to the ground, my panties in your mouth, my stockings over your face, you are made into a voiceless, faceless thing. Needles through your nipples, your arse in the air, cut and bleeding, inviting attention, blood dripping down your chest, your legs. You make throaty inarticulate grunting sounds into the gag each time I pay you any attention, any time I pass. I want to keep you there, just like that, until I decide I want something else, until I tell you what … Continue Reading